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March 28, 2005
Inspiration falls on my foot.
Cleaning the kitchen this morning, and listening to streaming MP3 of The Shadow, my favorite radio program. I set the PowerBook on the counter of a built-in storage unit and pulled out the chopping board to set out laptop speakers.
The handle came off in my hand, and the inch-thick pine board fell edgewise on the bridge of my foot. Comic hilarity ensued: me, hopping on one foot in my jammies and cursing a blue streak as my cat watches serenely. Sounds like the premise for a New Yorker cartoon.
The cutting board is probably as old as the built-in unit, which I would estimate is pre-war. As a mundane home improvement project, I'm now evaluating wood types so I may make a replacement with these two hands.
I laid out the pieces on the kitchen floor and took measurements on a notepad I glommed years ago from The Mondrian. If I had some woodworking skills like a few people I know, I'd do some fancy tongue-in-groove job. I'm not the handiest person I know, which is why a project like this is interesting. I'm pushing my personal limits here.
I was a trifle effaced after sharing my plans with L.
"Sure, but why don't we just glue the handle back on, and not use it?"
And she's got a good point.
The cutting board is diagonally across the kitchen from the sink and stove, making it extremely unergonomic. Still, I think having more planes in the kitchen is ultimately a good thing, so I'm proceeding.
If you have ideas for wood types I should go with, lemme know. Watch this space for more developments in this fascinating saga.
Posted by Your Protagonist at March 28, 2005 12:44 PM